Riverdale OneShots

"Why?" Part 1

(TW possible suicidal tendencies)

Betty's POV

I woke up in a bright room, wich I recognized as a hospital. Why was I here. I heard voices in the corner and it took a moment to hear what they were saying.

"What happened? I was at work all day."

My mother's voice is what it sounded like.

"I dont know, Ms.Cooper. I got in Betty's room and she was just lying there. So I took her here."

That was Jughead. I turned to look at them and saw his eys glance over at me before he continued.

"Now will you please let me talk to my girlfriend, who, by the way, is awake."

My moms head snapped on my direction, and she stepped in front of Jughead who was trying to walk to me.

"Elizabeth, what happened. Why did you do it?" She asked, grabbing my wrist. I gasped and wrenched it from her grasp to examine my arm. There were cuts all up and down all the way up to my elbow and they were about an inch long.

"What the hell happened to my arms? Why are there cuts all over them? Why am I here?" I asked quickly, trying to focus on anything but the pain in my arms.

"That's what we were wondering. I went in through your window and found you bleeding out on the floor of your bathroom. There was a razor blade next to you. Did you do this to yourself, Betts?" Jughead explained, adding the last part softly. He finally managed to crouch next to my mom, gently grabbing my hand and running circles over my palm with his thumb.

"What? Why would I? All I can remember is brushing my teeth early this morning, around 9, and then I heard my window open, figured it was you, and went to talk to you. It was a guy with black hair, I think it was curly, and he looked crazy honestly. Oh! He also had a lot of freckles. Then I blacked out and that's it." I recalled the events and the stranger from this morning.

"I got to your house at 9:30 sharp. Thank God I was early. I don't want to think about what would have happened if I got there any later." Jifhead shuddered at the thought, but I put my hand on his cheek.

"Hey, Jug. I'm here. I'm alive, thank god. But I'm ok. I promise." I leaned into him for a kiss and met his lips for a few seconds before being pushed apart by my mom.

"Ok, ok, that is..... enough of that. But if you didnt do this to yourself, then who did? Who cut your arms to make it look like you attempted suicide? And why?" My mom asked after breaking our embrace.
Jughead was still holding my hand and was sitting on the edge of the bed. When my mom mentioned suicide, he squeezed my arm a little too hard, resulting in a gasp of pain from me.

"Ahhh!" "Shit, sorry Betts." Jughead loosened his grip and kissed my hand. "Oh my god. I know who the guy was." It clicked. I had seen him before during the race, and it made sense.

"Who? Who was in your room?" Jughead asked, the concerned tone barely concealing anger that someone  hurt me.

"Malachi." I told them, watching their reactions. Jughead somehow managed to look terrified and terrify someone at the same time, while my mom just stared at his reaction in confusion.

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Word Count: 683

I kinda was toying with the fact that someone hurt Betty and made it seem like she did it to herself, because I thought that would be an interesting concept. If anyone has a suggestion, pls feel free to give me one. I give credit to suggestions when I use one, btw. And I know most people are here for bughead, but I've got a varchie and a choni one both in the works. Thus ones kinda short just as basically a filler until the choni one is done.

-Ana K.